Wind

the blinds shiver and shake
behind closed windows, latched even
the wind rushes through tiny crevices and cracks
into this room, we hear it rush down the
canyon, crashing against brick, bending trees to the ground,
snapping branches, promising sleepless nights,
restless dogs, birds swaying perilously in their nests. 
we are only now gathering our things
that the flood waters tore from our arms,
let the wind fade away this night,
let the night be peaceful so we
finally can sleep.